Suzi Mezei



Strawberry

My crooked driving arm takes the brunt of the sun’s force on an endless stretch of grey freeway that’s non-descript except for the rush of metallic four-wheel beasts that it herds away from an outing in the country. At the …

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Extracts

Under clammy loam past the roots of Bodhi trees, in a place the ancestors named Colombo lie the bones from which we came, you and I. Think of the mariner gone two centuries, stowed in the damp of someone else’s …

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Skins

I longed for a chameleon life, my brown rind most seemly for family gatherings, peeled with the telling and retelling of myths and collusions from the old country, for the gifting of clay pots and gold from aunts who’d returned, …

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